The fierce look in Bianca Warren, County Princess of Warren’s eyes was obvious—not just to Serena Feng, but to all the noble girls standing close by.
The noble girls all edged away from Bianca Warren, afraid she might snap. Serena Feng even leapt back in an exaggerated show of fear:
"Bianca Warren, County Princess of Warren, don’t make wild accusations or try to frame me. I’m not the one ruining your reputation. I have no interest in women, so don’t pin imaginary crimes on me. I won’t take the blame for some flirtatious young man’s mistakes."
The girls had been awkward, but now they giggled at Serena Feng’s words.
Serena Feng was nothing like the timid crybaby she used to be—she was a real piece of work now. Not that any of the girls thought that was a good thing for themselves.
Serena cracked a smile, sweeping her gaze over the group like she actually cared: "Just a reminder, ladies—sure, romance is natural, but be careful not to end up like Bianca Warren, County Princess of Warren. Trust me, it’s really not worth it."
A few girls looked panicked, shooting Serena desperate, pleading glances.
Serena saw it all, kept her cool, but inside she was sneering. These girls acted all innocent, but they were just as dirty as anyone else.
These noble girls looked pure and spotless on the surface, but in reality? Total hypocrites.
They weren’t so pure themselves, but they still tried to throw shade at Serena Feng.
But Serena Feng knew how to quit while she was ahead. Why should women make things harder for each other? If Bianca Warren, County Princess of Warren hadn’t strutted around and insulted her dead mother, Serena wouldn’t have bothered with her.
"Of course, I know you girls aren’t like Bianca Warren, County Princess of Warren. What happened to her was just bad luck. Also, don’t worry—I’m a doctor, and I’ll never spill a patient’s secrets."
The girls let out a huge sigh of relief. Some regained their composure, and even looked at Serena Feng with a bit more kindness.
Serena had picked up this trick from modern politicians—whenever drama hits, just give a statement and act like you’re in control.
Who cares if it works or not—as long as you put on a show, that’s enough.
Princess Serenity fumed, but had nowhere to vent her anger. After all, Serena Feng was telling the truth—Bianca Warren, County Princess of Warren was at fault, and Serena hadn’t done anything wrong, except maybe go a bit too far.
As the saying goes, you need three generations to make a real noble. Other than the Wang Clan and Hsieh clan, the Eastlyn Dynasty had no true aristocrats yet.
But this time, Serena Feng didn’t give Serenity any face or an easy way out. She just stood her ground, silent and unmoving.
Just as everyone started to relax, Serena Feng’s voice turned sharp—a clear threat: "I might be a doctor, but I’m a woman first. I care about my face and pride. If anyone ignores my rights as a woman, don’t blame me for hitting back."
It was a threat—a bold, barefaced threat.
Still, Serena Feng’s words only really threatened a few girls—since not everyone was as wild as County Princess Winton.
"Bang—" Princess Serenity was the first to object, slamming her hand on the table. "Serena Feng, how dare you! This is the Peach Blossom Festival, not a place for your outrageous remarks."
She despised Serena Feng and hadn’t intervened in Lady Bianca’s affair to help Serena, but rather because she wanted to know if Bianca really had an illicit relationship.
After all, her mother had once favored Bianca Warren, hoping her brother would marry her, and Bianca herself had openly admired Adrian Dongling.
But she never imagined...
Who could have guessed Bianca Warren would turn out so shameless? Serenity was just glad she hadn’t killed her—this kind of woman nearly became her royal sister-in-law.
Luckily, aside from herself and her mother, no one else knew about it.
Bianca Warren could feel Serenity’s fury and was too scared to even think about revenge. All she wanted was to calm the princess down, but Serenity didn’t give her the chance.
Serenity barked orders at her maid, who rushed off. Moments later, the guards came and dragged Bianca Warren out of the festival.
Serena Feng stood her ground, without a trace of anxiety or panic.
The Autumn family and Duke Allen’s manor—Serena had already made enemies of both. There was no point in being afraid now. Facing Princess Serenity’s interrogation, Serena replied calmly:
"Your Highness, you exaggerate. I was only advising Lady Bianca to seek treatment for her illness early—I never expected things to turn out this way. I am truly saddened by it."
Serena Feng bowed her head, showing genuine sorrow.
Serena had learned this trick from modern politicians—making a statement whenever something happened.
Whether it worked or not didn’t matter—what mattered was making the gesture.
Princess Serenity fumed, but had nowhere to vent her anger. After all, Serena Feng was telling the truth—Lady Bianca was at fault, and Serena hadn’t done anything wrong, except perhaps go a bit too far.
Princess Serenity glared at Serena, wondering how to resolve the situation.
But this time, Serena Feng gave Princess Serenity no courtesy, no way out. She simply stood her ground, silent and unmoving.
Neither side would budge. The entire peach blossom grove fell eerily silent; none of the girls dared to breathe. Just then, a young woman in a pale lotus-colored dress stepped forward, her laughter bright and clear.
Her face was as delicate as jade, and when she smiled, two dimples appeared, giving her a natural sweetness and innocence.